Nighttime Thoughts Quotes

Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.

Whenever something happens that makes me laugh or if I remember something in the middle of the night that I want to share, I jot the experience down.

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

At night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there. It tells me stories, it invents and makes up things that don't make sense. I do not know why it does this stuff. The real world seems quite weird enough.

I often wake up in the night, and I like to have something to think about.

I do keep up at night. I try not to let my mind go to extremes in the middle of the night because it would be better to turn all that stuff into dreams; it would be better if I was sleeping, because dreams become good metaphors for what's really going on inside of you.

I like to call it nighttime brain: the way your mind seems to function on a different frequency than it does during daylight hours - which can be good or bad but also can lead to unexpected epiphanies or experiences that wouldn't be the same at any other time of day.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.

In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace my blue. I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy long legs I feel that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.” Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.